I believe in God, the Father almighty,
who sits seemingly silent while men shout in his name.
I believe in Jesus Christ, supposedly his Father’s true representative but seemingly so different,
who was conceived by the Holy Spirit,
born of the teenager Mary,
suffered under Pontius, the man who represents all earthly and churchly power,
was crucified, died, and was buried;
he descended to the dead.
On the third day he rose again;
he ascended into heaven,
and he is not here, his absence is painful
and he will hopefully come to make everything good
and he is supposed to be present with the suffering
but I don’t know.
I believe in the Holy Spirit,
the utter rubbishness of the Church,
the broken communion of saints,
the mending of all brokenness,
the resurrection of the body,
and the life everlasting. A wisp of hope.